I want that snowfall back from the other day. I watched the heavy white flakes fall and fall and fall. It was beautiful and meditative and I felt joy. I felt alive and one with the snowfall.
I felt like I had mindfulness superpowers.
Today I feel mortal and impatient and grumpy. Mindfulness of the mind is tough slugging. Geez Louise. How can something so simple be so hard? Never mind. It’s a rhetorical question.
I understand the significance and value of creating a relationship with the space before we respond. I so get that mindfulness and investigating with gentle, kind curiosity will help me be aware of the stories I tell myself about my thoughts and emotions and in that awareness, I totally believe I can relearn and choose more wisely. And it’s liberating to understand that our thoughts are just visiting and we are not our thoughts.
It’s just … um… it’s um….well….it’s easier said than done.
It takes… um….yeah…okay…it takes practice.
Sigh. Start again. Kindly.
Go slowly and get there fast.
Best wishes everyone in our practice this third week!
Carol J.